Spirit Vessel

Longzhe County was dated with many interesting ruins and footprints left behind by many sages.

Feiyun brought Xiangcen across these ruins. There were many runes carved here that could stop the top heretical seers from finding them.

This was the reason why Feiyun’s location was especially elusive. The Giants from the Seventh Hall couldn’t calculate him either.

One of the ruins here was half-buried under the sands. The other buildings were broken beyond repair. Not a single complete wall could be found.

In the middle of the ruins was a stone buddha towering at one hundred meters. It was heavily damaged with its hand missing. There were many cracks on the surface, showing a trace of vicissitudes.

Feiyun stood below and saw two famous people leaving behind their image on the statue. One person had an imperial robe while the other had a stately daoist robe.

This city used to be of the Buddhist doctrine. Many cultivators would come here for their pilgrimage but with the passage of time, this place has been abandoned for a long time and covered in thick sand.

“Cough, cough!” The Yama seal on his chest had spreaded even more. His lifespan became shorter, much less than two years.

Xiangcen was more than ten meters away from him. Her dantian had been sealed so she couldn’t muster any spirit energy at all. She had tried to escape several times to no avail.

She gritted her teeth in anger, being stuck in this rut despite being a young heretical lord. She wasn’t afraid of being anyone’s prisoner because she was confident no one would dare to hurt her. However, Feiyun was an exception.

She didn’t dare to come close at all, not because of his Yama’s blood but rather a fear of being violated.

“Rustle!” Feiyun walked towards her.